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EPISODE 17- I Want To Taste You
Layla's POV
I gaze up at Ethan, heart hammering against my ribs as his fingers trace light circles on my hand. The air between us feels charged, heavy with the weight of unsaid truths and rising heat. His eyes flick to my lips, voice low with restraint.
"Tell me I can kiss you again," he murmurs. I don't respond—can't. Instead, I lean in, closing the distance. Our mouths meet slowly, but the tension beneath it is volcanic. His hand moves to my waist, pulling me flush against him. I slide my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss, our breaths blending.
Clothes don't come off immediately, but hands explore over fabric—mapping, teasing, testing boundaries that have already begun to dissolve. Ethan tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, murmuring in a voice rough with need.
"I want to touch you," he says, fingers dancing along the hem of my shirt. "Everywhere."
A thrill runs through me at his words, desire coiling tight in my belly. "Please," I whisper back. "I want your hands on me. I want to feel you."
He groans at my words, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I arch into him, hands fisting in his shirt as his tongue tangles with mine. It's not enough. I need more, need to feel his skin against mine.
Ethan seems to sense my desperation, fingers moving to my hoodie. He undoes them one by one, eyes darkening with each inch of flesh revealed. My breathing hitches as he pushes the fabric off my shoulders, leaving me bare from the waist up.
"Beautiful," he rasps, taking in the sight of me. His hands skim up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I shiver at the contact, nipples pebbling into hard peaks.
"Ethan," I gasp, head falling back as he cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples. "Oh god."
He dips his head, catching one tight bud between his teeth. I cry out at the sensation, fingers twisting in his hair to hold him closer. He laves the peak with his tongue before moving to its twin, determined to drive me wild.
I squirm beneath him, hips lifting to meet his touch. He responds by trailing a hand down my stomach, fingers delving beneath the waistband of my jeans. I buck against him, silently begging for more.
"Please," I pant, writhing beneath him. "I need...I need you to touch me."
He pauses at the edge of my panties, breath hot on my ear. "Tell me where," he whispers, fingers teasing the fabric. "Tell me what you need."
"Lower," I manage to gasp out, arching into his touch. "Please, Ethan. I need your fingers inside me."
He groans at my words, hands moving to unbutton my jeans. He shoves the denim down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely bare. For a moment, he just stares at the sight before him—me, spread out and open for him, need evident on every inch of my body.
"You're so beautiful," he rasps, fingers skimming up my thighs. "I want to taste you."
Before I can respond, he drops between my legs, settling himself at the apex of my thighs. His mouth hovers over my core, breath hot against my skin.
"Are you sure?" he asks, fingers teasing my folds. "I want you to be sure."
I nod frantically, hands fisting in the sheets. "Please," I whimper. "I need your mouth on me. I need you to make me come."
He doesn't hesitate, burying his face between my thighs with a low groan. His tongue delves into my folds, stroking through my slickness. I cry out at the sudden sensation, hips lifting off the bed as he explores every inch of me.
He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. My head thrashes on the pillow, hands scrabbling for purchase as he works me higher. Pleasure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter with each pass of his tongue.
"Oh god," I keene, fingers twisting in his hair. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He responds by doubling his efforts, tongue and fingers working in tandem to push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, back arching off the bed as ecstasy consumes me.
Ethan continues to stroke me through it, drawing out my release until I collapse bonelessly against the sheets. For a moment, we just lay there panting, bodies plastered together with sweat.
Then Ethan rolls to the side, hand cupping my jaw as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, arousal spiking all over again.
"I need to be inside you," he says against my lips, voice strained with barely leashed desire. "I need to feel you come around my cock."
"Yes," I breathe back, already reaching for his jeans. "Please, Ethan. I need you."
Together, we strip off the rest of our clothes, too desperate to go slow. Skin meets skin in a rush of heat, hands roaming and exploring every inch of newly bared flesh.
Ethan settles between my thighs, erection pressing against my slick entrance. He braces himself on his forearms above me, gaze locked on mine.
"I've wanted you like this for so long ," he rasps, words rough with emotion. "You undo me, Layla."
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, emotion overwhelming me. "You don't know how much I've wanted you, too," I whisper back. "You're everything to me right now, Ethan."
And with that, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust. We both cry out at the sudden fullness, bodies straining together.
Ethan starts to move, hips rolling in deep, measured strokes. His hands frame my face, thumbs brushing away the tears that have escaped.
"You feel incredible," he gasps, dropping kisses along my cheeks and nose. "So perfect. So tight."
I can't speak, lost to the sensation of him filling and stretching me. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he thrusts faster, harder.
"Yes," I finally manage to gasp out, voice raw with pleasure. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He doesn't. He pistons into me with abandon, each stroke pushing me higher. My walls begin to flutter around him, signaling my approaching climax.
"Come with me," Ethan urges, voice ragged with strain. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
His words are all it takes. I fly apart with a scream, back arching as ecstasy consumes me. Ethan follows seconds later, spilling deep inside me with a hoarse shout.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, hearts pounding in unison as we fight to catch our breath.
Ethan's forehead presses gently against mine, his fingers tracing lazy shapes on my skin like he can't quite let go of the moment.
"You're everything I didn't know I needed," he murmurs, voice rough, soft, and devastatingly real.
My throat tightens—not with fear, but with something startlingly deep. I meet his gaze, brushing a thumb along his jaw.
"And you make me feel… alive," I whisper back. "Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."
His hand tightens around me just slightly, the weight of his gaze heavy with everything we haven't said yet—but are undeniably feeling.
"If we keep going," he breathes, brushing his lips against mine, "I don't think I'll be able to stop."
My pulse quickens—not from uncertainty, but from knowing.
"I don't want you to stop," I breathe back.
And just like that—the world falls away. The lines blur. And for the first time…
They're not holding back.
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